Snape walked over, bottle of potion in hand.

"Life and death water." Crouch looked at it, and recognized it at a glance, "Do you want to use this kind of thing for me?" ”

"The Greatest White Wizard."

"And the heir of Gryffindor."

"Don't you have confidence in your own magic, and you think you can't shut me down?"

Harry replied, "It's a special potion, Mr. Crouch, and I think you're going to love it." ”

Snape crouched down, pinched Crouch's chin, and looked at him as he poured the potion in his hand.

"Wait." Harry stopped.

Snape froze.

Harry waved his wand, the cork flew out with a thud, and he sniffed, "Go on, Professor." ”

"Potter, it looks like your brain is really polluted with trolls." Snape narrowed his eyes, his tone was unkind, and he sneered, "Seeing that I am now a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, I suspect that I can't even survive the potion of life and death water?" ”

Harry didn't speak, just smiled contemptuously.

Snape scoffed, continuing to squeeze Crouch's chin.

The two men looked at each other.

Didn't say anything.

Snape poured the potion into his mouth roughly, and in the blink of an eye, Crouch fell asleep, and after a few moments of pain welled up on his cheeks.

He snorted and turned to leave.

Harry also left.

In the middle of the night, Crouch suddenly woke up, there was no fireplace in the house, although the magic was impenetrable, but there was still a chill that penetrated into his bones, but in such a bleak and quiet environment, a layer of sticky cold sweat welled up on his forehead.

"Looks like the nightmare doesn't taste good?" A dark shadow spilled out of Crouch, opening his mouth and spitting out Snape's voice.

"What a novelty potion." Crouch stared at the pitch-black shadow, his tone drifting.

I don't know if it's to evaluate the water of life and death that can make people have nightmares.

Or evaluate this black stand-in.

Snape spoke impatiently: "There's no time to talk nonsense, in order to hide from Potter, I was mixed in the water of life and death, and it only had ten minutes of effect. ”

"What do you want me to do now?"

Crouch glanced at the blackboard and asked, "Is my contract with Hogwarts really canceled?" ”

Snape responded to him: "I don't know. ”

"But that's Potter, and he's probably true."

Crouch sighed, "Let me out, as long as I can get out of here, I can."

"Crouch, were you stupid by Potter?" Snape interrupted him impatiently, "Or did I overestimate your willpower and feed you too much water of life and death, and I haven't brought you to your senses?" What nonsense are you talking about. ”

"Can't you do it? Severus. Crouch whispered.

Snape said affirmatively, "Of course not." ”

"Look at the magic in this classroom, I can't sneak in without Potter bringing me in."

"Don't even think about breaking these spells, this is a joint effort between Dumbledore and Potter, maybe give me half an hour, an hour and I can break it, but you can guess how long it will take Potter to get there?"

Speaking of which.

He paused slightly: "Even if you can find a way to quietly break these spells in the classroom, the seventh and eighth floors, as well as the Gryffindor Tower, and the Ravenclaw Tower, are all blocked by Potter with magic, and all the house-elves are forbidden to enter and leave there, and the illusion charm, the invisibility cloak, and these things are also forbidden to use." ”

"You can't get by."

Crouch sighed: "Potter is really sharp. ”

"His godfather is Sirius, a hound, and it's normal for him to have a hound's nose." Snape sneered.

Crouch fell silent.

Snape continued to ask, "What do you want me to do now?" ”

Crouch remained silent.

Snape's tone was sharp, "You still don't trust me, Crouch. ”

Crouch grinned, "How do I trust you, Severus." ”

He wanted to raise his hand, but his hands were bound by magic and tied behind his back, so he could only shake his head: "You are not the same as us. ”

"You were once a Potions professor at Hogwarts, and now you're a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Dumbledore vouched for you, you have your father's mark, the Ministry of Magic knows it, and the Wizengamot knows it, but they can tolerate you and recognize you as a Potions Master."

He looked up at the dark shadow.

"I am as wise as you, even wiser than you."

"Severus, we're all Slytherins."

Slytherin is not Hufflepuff, nor Gryffindor, and will not be "stupid" and "dead-eyed" to go to the dark, and self-preservation is the biggest creed of the Snake Academy.

Nothing is more important than personal gain.

Unless that's the thing that can bring greater personal good.

Crouch was loyal to Voldemort, but he wasn't stupid, he knew very well that he, the Death Eaters, and his father were in a situation right now, and he was careful to avoid that he and his father were backstabbed in the back by the "loyal Death Eaters".

Voldemort used to be a strong man.

But now, in front of Potter and Dumbledore, he was also weak.

The underdog never deserves to be followed, especially for the Slytherins.

And Snape

In Crouch's eyes, it was a very typical Slytherin.

As a half-blood, he was able to mix like a fish in water in Slytherin, where pureblood was prevalent at the time, and even formed a friendship with Lucius Malfoy. After graduating, he joined the Death Eaters non-stop, and in less than a year, he gained the deep trust of his father, almost only under himself and Bellatrix.

And after his father's downfall, he almost seamlessly won Dumbledore's trust, and asked the jealous White Wizard to personally protect him, and also allowed him to teach in Hogwarts.

This is a treatment that his father did not get.

Crouch's impression of Snape

Two-sided and three-stabbed, tending to inflammation, rhetoric, and deep thoughts.

Such a man who pleases at all times, Crouch does not dare to believe him.

Especially in the current situation.

The chariots, horses, and elephants were all eaten, the queen was already dead, and the king was forced into a corner.

The other party's chariots, horses, elephants, and soldiers are complete, and even two queens.

Checkmate.

"Aren't you just as loyal to the Dark Lord?" Snape understood what Crouch meant, and he asked.

Crouch puffed up: "That's my father." ”

"To your true father, you have not done your duty as a son." Snape taunted him.

"You mean Barty Crouch? He wasn't a father. Crouch shook his head.

Snape replied softly, "My master once said that I am a Death Eater, and I am destined to be a Death Eater forever. ”

"What is imprinted on the body will not be lost because of any other influence."

"Maybe Dumbledore can trust me."

"But Potter won't."

Crouch suddenly asked, "Do you want Potter dead?" ”

"Of course." Snape didn't hesitate, "I wish I could cut him with a thousand cuts!" ”

"I just don't have that chance."

Crouch stared at the dark shadow and said nothing.

"Above all, Crouch, you can only trust me now." Snape then whispered, "Could that friend you hide on the seventh or eighth floor, or in the Gryffindor Tower, help you like I do?" ”

"Karkaroff?"

"Or?"

Crouch shook his head: "Severus, you shouldn't ask too much about things you shouldn't know. ”

"You should try to trust me." Snape sneered, "Your only help."

Crouch interrupted him: "If you are faithful to your father, you will be able to endure my suspicion of you. ”

"The situation is very bad for my father."

"Be careful."

Snape didn't say anything more.

Crouch took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Write a letter and hand it over to this address in Austria." ”

He whispered, spitting out a strange string of syllables.

Guarded by a secrecy charm.

Snape remembered, memorized.

"It was written in the letter, telling them that they could act." Crouch paused, lowering his voice.

"Them?" Snape asked, "Which of them?" ”

"You just have to write like that." Crouch didn't elaborate, just shook his head.

Snape wanted to keep asking.

But the ten minutes were up, the potion wore off, and the pitch-black shadow slumped into a puddle of clear liquid, wetting the floor, and Crouch moved to aim as far as he could, making it look like it had to be dealt with on the spot because of its impaired mobility.

In the principal's office.

Snape let out a long breath and opened his eyes, "Crouch is careful, he still suspects that I am not loyal to the Dark Lord. ”

"His suspicions are very reasonable." Harry nodded.

Snape glanced at him, "He gave me an address and asked me to write a letter to send to him, the content of which was, telling them that they could act." ”

"Them?" Dumbledore, like Snape, pronounced the word.

"Elves, giants, and maybe other dark magic creatures?" Harry waved his hand, "Oh, and the Wild Hunt. ”

"That's what they're referring to."

"Where's that address?"

Snape shook his head: "I can't tell, there's a secrecy spell, and the secrecy is just Crouch." ”

"Looks like we're going to have to track you." Harry spoke, looking at Dumbledore, "Albus, are you going to follow Professor Snape, or am I going?" ”

"You've got to get to class, Harry." Dumbledore grimaced, "Slytherin is still the first in the House now, and if you don't work hard, this year's House Cup should be taken away by Slytherin." ”

Snape frowned: "Albus, my Slytherin dean is still here, and you are so partial to Gryffindor"

"Potter."

"Because you don't respect the professor, Gryffindor deducts twenty points."

Dumbledore didn't give an inch: "Severus, Harry helped Hogwarts solve the problem of the Forbidden Forest, Gryffindor plus thirty points." ”

"Then Gryffindor deducts twenty more points, because Potter, I hate you." Snape responded to him.

(End of chapter)